BROKEN UNDER RAIN

its where being broken coaxes the spirit to dance to psalms spoken soft while gazing up urging a cloud to spell your name, or form a puffed dog, instead it rains, light drops harmless dribbles, one shape beyond mist with a flat soaking on coats and hats, dripping off to the ground, soaking in, watering … More BROKEN UNDER RAIN

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SKY SIGNS

invisible winds twisting clouds gray shadow prints crawl past   a deepening of humidity changing without introduction   rain presses in lightening blasts thunder hammers fog blankets   …and then   blue sky infinity slips within the circle where we stand

LISTENING ANGELS

a thought of ink onto paper   casual words in a half shell pushing out rain water from the past   stories about stories some greater than before others weak or forgotten as more rain blemishes all it touches even the wings of angels who carefully listen

VAPORS AND MISTS

the meadow absorbs a light morning rain breathing it out by late afternoon as I walk through with my arms extended vortices from rising vapors twist off the ends of my hands forming contrails drifting silently to the ground without any evidence as I reach the other side

WHERE I WALK

rain I got   crying wet onto me   diamond drops brightened by street lights making the worst appear washed and clean while puddles reflect neon’s as passing footsteps make busy waves disturbing what weeps and gathers from the under surface of heaven to the streets where I walk  

AWAKE

the roar of blood keeps the skin from sleeping   while spirits speak the language of awake and night dreams are absorbed into the flash of neon messages directly from the mouths of angels speaking of the everlasting though even they fail to fully understand   while half notes and unanswered prayers drip like a … More AWAKE

SHELTER

the presence of light becomes absorbed within a gray mica sky   leaves fold over as the sky weeps a barbed wire rain stinging the skin   a dog wind with teeth exposed growls like rusted shovels beating black skillets   everything appears to be breaking   I surrender seeking shelter within a a rock … More SHELTER

PIECES

the story within a song a passing face the sound of your name a closing door morning rain first falling leaves last summer day the other glove soft side of a hand a spring wreath an old letter favorite shoes the chance for again the sun absorbing rain the cat that came back a road … More PIECES

FROM ABOVE

the bones of words remain behind like rumpled sheets without memory of sleep as day tosses a mixed salad of walking and arriving   the hours melt into the water of day   time slows for anxious eyes while rain marks windows and umbrellas below splashing on buses sizzling off neon’s   coats of color … More FROM ABOVE